Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Geoffrey's earlier seriousness faded away, replaced by fatherly warmth. His words brought Yvonne a little comfort.

"Dad, I understand."

"That's good. I'm really happy you came to have dinner with me tonight. I've asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes."

He didn't want Yvonne to discover that Sydney was there. However, Sydney was so exhausted from his torment that she wouldn't wake up, not even if thunder struck.

After Yvonne finished eating with him, she would leave. At that point, he would return to his room and continue sleeping with Sydney.

"Thank you, Dad." Yvonne smiled. "Dad, no matter what happens, remember that we're family and I'll always be your daughter. Even though you and Mom divorced, I know there must have been no way to continue living together, which is why you made that choice. The divorce is good for both of you. As your daughter, I just want you both to be happy. If one day you meet someone who can make you happy, you must tell me. I will support you."

Geoffrey smiled, gratified. "That's my girl! Don't worry. If that day ever comes, I'll tell you. And no matter what, your mother will always hold an important place in my heart. She's a good woman." Though that place had nothing to do with love.

Geoffrey had only ever loved one woman in his life. His feelings had never changed.

As for Xyla, what he felt most for her was guilt. Though he was selfish, cold, and ruthless, he was still human.

sacrificed so much for him, keeping many things hidden. Even after the divorce,

guilt and gratitude toward her, but guilt

his love, and that

in the end, Xyla couldn't take

couldn't explain all this to Yvonne, as his relationship with

daughter chatted and laughed. It had been a long, long time since

probably never had. Her father had always been serious and rarely involved in her life, but

ordinary father, doting on his daughter, rather than the high-and-mighty chairman. They had also drunk quite

stood up and said, "Dad, I'm going to the restroom. I'll be back

his

out of the

the staircase, she glanced upward and, seeing no

cautiously, she gripped the doorknob and quietly opened a crack. She peeked inside. On the bed lay a woman

like a bolt of lightning had

hair draped down, and her shoulder was exposed, clearly

woman. Who is she? Is she the